The storm blasted through yesterday, but the high winds continued through today. Along with the very stiff north wind, the temperature dropped like a rock and it was barely 40* when I got up this morning. I’m sure the wind chill was around freezing as there was frost on the windshield. The hoped for bird fallout didn’t happen here, but some birds straggled in. Tonight’s pics are some of those birds (all black-throated green warblers).
The next batch of fifth graders from the Barber Hill School were slated to arrive this morning around 9:00. We volunteers were all bundled up and ready for them. We had to change the location of some of the stations due to the cold high winds, and the handiwork of a bunch of feral hogs overnight.
When they arrived, the teachers lined them up in six groups of 14 or 15 for each of us to lead to our stations. I was a little surprised that no teacher came along with my group, but wrongly assumed that maybe there weren’t enough of them to go with each group.
As each of us finished with each group and the next one arrived, it became evident that the teachers had disappeared. Seems they were a little cold and all huddled together out of the wind kibitzing together. As a former principal, that made my hair stand on end a bit. They had a total disregard and lack of respect for their students and us volunteers.
I’m pretty confident in handling a group of raucous 11 year olds that I don’t know from Adam, but really, those teachers should have been there to help with discipline so we could focus on what we were trying to teach the kids. As volunteers, discipline shouldn’t be our job. The teachers are the ones getting paid and they’re the ones that are responsible for the welfare of their students.
Fellow volunteer Cindy picked up on my intent when I shouted to her, “Are there any teachers to give us a hand?” Her loud answer, “They seem to be having a meeting.” The teachers heard us, and turned their backs. By this time, I was livid!
Lots of kids were cold, many needed to use the rest room, and one girl ran off from her group. Where were the teachers to help with these issues? Nowhere to be seen! We can’t leave our group to take kids to the restroom, nor can we leave to find a recalcitrant student. Not a safe situation. What were these teachers thinking? I guess they weren’t.
Once they all left, all of us fairly pounced upon Stephanie and let her know of our anger over what had transpired. To her credit, she called the principal of the school and let her know the situation. We have two more days of fifth grade students from this school tomorrow and Thursday. I expect that things will change tomorrow, but if they don’t Thursday may not be an option for that school. I, for one, will not work under those circumstances. If I was the principal of that school, I would have ripped each of those teachers a new one upon their return!
THE END OF MY TIRADE!!
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy